Gemotions

The email notification pinged. Sarah froze, her fingers hovering over her keyboard. A high school reunion. Twenty years. It was… unexpected. She slowly opened it, each click amplifying the silence of her empty office. Her fingers felt cold, the air in the room suddenly thin.

The subject line, “Save the Date: Our 20th Reunion!” shimmered on the screen. She scrolled through the text, her eyes darting across the lines, skipping over the details as if they were a threat. She felt a phantom pressure on her chest, a physical manifestation of long-forgotten anxieties. She clicked the delete button, then immediately, compulsively, retrieved the email from the trash folder.